P ieced together with every color I’ve imagined. An
E pitome of beauty and wonder—divine. The
R adiance of my soul. New found peace in your wake. Good
F ortune overflowing, I swore it fake. Your
E yes show no judgment. I am me. Simply. High-bone
C heeks blushed like a fresh peach. Somewhere
T ime stands still—the awe of you.
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